Bird in flight

at those notes
she can’t help but wonder
what he dreamed of as a child
did thoughts of fame
or adulation
make his heart race, fast ‘n wild?

she likes to think he cared for neither
he’d still be cool
although unknown
ridin’ that dark horse
lip-locked
with his saxophone

at those sounds
her eyes always close
an’ she pretends he’s still alive
makin’ music just for her
as she drinks alone
in a smoke-filled dive

copyright © 2014 KPM

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